Langour rises reaching, to turn off the alarm
  And there's never so much seething
  That it can't be disarmed
  You just stop it up,
  Pass it on
  Shove it to shelf it,
  To leave it off and turnover
  Lounging against your weapons,
  Until your muscles find lock
  In the ease of that position,
  A residue of tremor passes
  As some cherie amour suggests
  That maybe it was time to smash things up
  But just stop it up,
  Pass it on
  Shove it to shelf it,
  To lead it on and turnover
  I'm only sleeping